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[regulus]

[Adequate Boxing Day recovery requires tea, a good book, and a comfortable armchair in which to curl up in. Regulus appears to have supplemented his own experience with nicotine, and the Room has offered up a plate of biscuits which he has yet to touch. All of this, unfortunately, has done nothing to stop him from looking as though there were lumps of coal in his Christmas stocking.]

What absolute rot.

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[pridegoesbefore]

Don't knock terrible til you've tried it.

[regulus]

Why would I want to do that? I'm no masochist.

[pridegoesbefore]

Because terrible encompasses a broad range of literary genres that are really rather fun!

[regulus]

Including terrible romance novels?

[pridegoesbefore]

Including terrible, horrible, no good, very bad romance novels.

[regulus]

Not that there is such thing as a good one in the first place.

[pridegoesbefore]

That's what makes them good to begin with.

[regulus]

That is some very questionable logic there.

[pridegoesbefore]

So don't poke any holes in it.

[regulus]

And upset you? I wouldn't dare.

[pridegoesbefore]

Sensible boy.

[regulus]

That is part of why you adore me, is it not?

[pridegoesbefore]

A part, yes.

[regulus]

And the other part?

[pridegoesbefore]

I am unable to help doing so.

[regulus]

It's good to know that my draw is still so strong.

[pridegoesbefore]

As though it could ever be otherwise, my darling boy.

[regulus]

I only wish it worked on everyone.

[pridegoesbefore]

And who have you set your sights upon?

[regulus]

No one that matters. You know, I rather think my draw only works on those of a feminine persuasion.

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh, my precious boy. You are far too hard on yourself.

[regulus]

Or perhaps simply honest, and there's no harm in that. It's probably for the best, anyway.

[pridegoesbefore]

You might as well tell me who it is. It's not as though we've the same reality to go back to.

[regulus]

[Mumbled into her shoulder with much embarrassment--]

Evelyn Selwynn.

[pridegoesbefore]

[Oh.



Oh, dear.

Hiding her smile in his hair.]

It could have been his sister. You ought to be thankful for small mercies.